When the sound of cicadas makes midsummer sticky and hot, the mole on Lu Wanyi's left eyebrow always shines slightly in the light. She walked across the playground holding her new book. The heat waves evaporating from the plastic track were wrapped in the smell of sweat and mixed with the dazzling sunlight. But her eyes seemed to be drawn by a magnet, always falling on the figure under the basketball hoop - Zhou Shuoyang's school uniform was open, sweat rolled down her neck. The moment she took off to shoot, her bones stretched out with vigorous vitality, like the wind in the wilderness crashing into her calm eyes. The mole on the eyebrow burned secretly, like a silent brand.
She didn't know that the arc drawn by her ponytail when she walked around the corner of the stairs also fell into the eyes of the young man looking back casually.
The middle staircase is always hot and crowded, smelling of sweat and cheap soap. After a staggering push, his hot palm grasped her slender wrist, stabilizing her shaking world. The place where the skin touches is like a small piece of summer coal burning into it. "Keep an eye on the road." His voice was hoarse, and his breath swept past her ears with the heat from exercise, and then he let go of his hand, as if he was just brushing away a speck of dust. Lu Wanyi lowered her eyes and didn't see that after he let go of his hand, his fingertips twisted unconsciously, as if to retain some coolness that suddenly slipped through.
On the night of the graduation party, the sea breeze carried the salty moonlight and spread over the beach. Lu Wanyi clutched the diary filled with her thoughts. The pages were soaked with sweat and licked by the sea breeze, and the edges were curled with fine salt frost. With her noisy heartbeat almost drowning out the waves, she walked towards Zhou Shuoyang, who was sitting alone on the rocks drinking soda. Under the moonlight, the mole on her eyebrow was particularly clear, like a falling star.
"Zhou Shuoyang, I——" The sea breeze swept away her unfinished words.
He suddenly raised his hand, and his fingertips stained with cold soda drops gently brushed the tip of her eyebrow, stopping on the mole: "It's stained with sand." The temperature of his fingertips made her tremble.
"Lu Wanyi?" He read out her name, like opening a treasured letter, and locked eyes with her calmly, "You always look at me in the stairwell, why?"
During the noisy farewell moment in the auditorium, she finally ran towards him against the crowd. The sunlight penetrated the window lattice and splashed like molten gold on the young man's open blue skirt. She held up the admission notice from Jincheng Middle School, and the paper was trembling, as if she was shouting at the top of her lungs: "Zhou Shuoyang!"
"I'm here." He raised his eyes in response, and the distraction in his eyes faded away, leaving only a sea of concentration.
"Come with me -" her voice was clear and clear, with a burning sense of desperation, cutting through the roar of people and the harsh chirping of cicadas, "Come to Jinzhong!"
The waves gently sweep away the traces of salt on the beach, just like the tide takes away the entire silent youth. And the starlight finally fell back to her brow, and was permanently signed by the hot mark on the young man's fingertips.
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